ooc: short update before i go..
Running out the back, the door closes behind Fred.. There is no handle on the outside, so there is no way for him to get back in from where he is now. He can hear a couple things moving off to his right and left..
In the back, Richard manages to get the fridge away from the wall (he rolled a perfect attempt, doh). He notices that there si a small hole in the bottom right corner of the fridge, but the antifreeze isnt immdiately visible..
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Allan, though not totally out of touch with reality, is taking a very long time to get his bearings straight. He grew up in the Midwest, in the suburbs, went to a parochial high school, and graduated from a rather nice college. Actual, physical danger - especially from the disgruntled homeless - is a new thing for him.
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OOC: 24 Hour's Notice - Eric can't hold any longer. Should the zombie break his grip on the door, Eric will attempt a charge straight into the zombie, in order to divert it's attention to him, and allow the others a chance to escape or barricade the doorway. He's no fool, though. He'll snap the bastard's neck if he gets the proper grip.
OOC: Shorthand - Whatever you're going to do, do it immediately. This will be getting insane shortly.
OOC: Shorthand - Whatever you're going to do, do it immediately. This will be getting insane shortly.
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"Goddamn it, fuck it all..." he mutters to himself, obviously not to James as he jerks his thumb towards the back exit. "Right over there, one way ticket out of here. And the cleaning closet is right there" he punctuates with a point at another closed door, with whatever cleaning supplies, including mop/broom, would be inside, yelling the answer to the man's departing back ... and then turning to face Erin as she comes in ... he notices her look, and her acknowledgement, with meets with a dispassionate blink, almost a frown, as she grabs up the pots and pans.
Mmhm. Bludgeon him to death with starches. Lovely thought.
Instead, he pulls off his apron and runs to the break room, passing Fred. He gives the man a glance, and acknowledges him as an odd man - and then sees him going for the back exit. With a bit of a growl he lunges and reaches, but his fingers pass through where Fred just was, too slow ... with a moment of horror the cook watches duckman go out the back door, watches it gape open ... and he bolts forward, grabbing the handle.
"You're on your own!" he yells out, "I'm not gonna open it for any knockers!" he cursed, pulling on it to hopefully help the spring along... and once the lock clicked he spun again, muttering to himself... 'don't open, locks, whoever knocks...' as he moved into the breakroom, tossing the apron aside and pulling on his heavy jacket, instead. Some sort of armor, or at least, if they had to go into the cold night ...
"Goddamnit, Sandy, when I said, "go to hell", I didn't want you to take us along for the right..." ... and he grabbed his helmet, too, from the rack. If he could make it to his bike, and IF it hadn't been trashed, he could perhaps get away, if this crazy man wasn't alone, or things went bad, or the fuzz showed up... or, if worst came to worst, it kept his skull from being caved in in a crash - it'd suffice for a bludgeoning weapon better than that shitty frying pan the goth kid took.
Geared up as much as he could think of, he threaded a loop on his belt through the jaw of the helmet to keep it on his hip, and grabbed the mops - no brooms, as they just had those dust-bin-on-wheels things ... as he finally left the back, headed towards the door to see what how things fared..
OOC: And yes, longish post, but all in all, only thirty or forty seconds of action.
OOC: Can you get on the roof from the inside without going through some sort of vent?
Mmhm. Bludgeon him to death with starches. Lovely thought.
Instead, he pulls off his apron and runs to the break room, passing Fred. He gives the man a glance, and acknowledges him as an odd man - and then sees him going for the back exit. With a bit of a growl he lunges and reaches, but his fingers pass through where Fred just was, too slow ... with a moment of horror the cook watches duckman go out the back door, watches it gape open ... and he bolts forward, grabbing the handle.
"You're on your own!" he yells out, "I'm not gonna open it for any knockers!" he cursed, pulling on it to hopefully help the spring along... and once the lock clicked he spun again, muttering to himself... 'don't open, locks, whoever knocks...' as he moved into the breakroom, tossing the apron aside and pulling on his heavy jacket, instead. Some sort of armor, or at least, if they had to go into the cold night ...
"Goddamnit, Sandy, when I said, "go to hell", I didn't want you to take us along for the right..." ... and he grabbed his helmet, too, from the rack. If he could make it to his bike, and IF it hadn't been trashed, he could perhaps get away, if this crazy man wasn't alone, or things went bad, or the fuzz showed up... or, if worst came to worst, it kept his skull from being caved in in a crash - it'd suffice for a bludgeoning weapon better than that shitty frying pan the goth kid took.
Geared up as much as he could think of, he threaded a loop on his belt through the jaw of the helmet to keep it on his hip, and grabbed the mops - no brooms, as they just had those dust-bin-on-wheels things ... as he finally left the back, headed towards the door to see what how things fared..
OOC: And yes, longish post, but all in all, only thirty or forty seconds of action.
OOC: Can you get on the roof from the inside without going through some sort of vent?
"He who lives by the sword dies by my arrow."
"In your histories, there are continual justifications for all manner of hellish actions. Claims of nobility and heritage and honor to cover up every bit of genocide, assassination, and massacre. At least the Horde is honest in their naked lust for power."
"In your histories, there are continual justifications for all manner of hellish actions. Claims of nobility and heritage and honor to cover up every bit of genocide, assassination, and massacre. At least the Horde is honest in their naked lust for power."
ooc: another small update.. or rather a bunch of them.. sorry kaymeera, i missed your's the first time through..
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Digging around in the back of the freezer with a few improvised tools, Richard manages to disconnect the antifreeze container and some how gets if out of the fridge. All those years of watching McGuyver when he was a kid, and demanding the dvds from his parents for Christmas had finally paid off. That Richard Dean Anderson was fucking awesome..
Back in the front of the store by the doors Eric's grip is once again beginning to slip putting that much more pressure on Sharron to keep it closed. Both of them realize that they cant keep the door shut for much longer without thier combined efforts, and Sharron can sense the old man losing the battle against whatever that was outside..
Looking behind the cash register, Bob only notices a small canister of pepper spray, but nothing more. Apparently this diner wasnt as prepared for a robbery as he had thought it may be. Perhaps that had something to do with the management's sworn policy that employees were never to attempt to stop a robbery in progress. The guys at corporate had always said that it was cheaper to replace the money, then have to pay someone's work comp when they got shot for trying to stop a robber. On an off chance he notices an antenna sticking out from behind a stack of menus. Over in the ccase next to the cash register he notices that it is full of many different types of pie...
The lights flicker a few more times again as the battle at the door continues, fortunately for now though, they make it back on. Although that last flicker left the lights out for roughly 30 seconds. They may not be soo lucky the next time.
[hr]In order to get close enough to pick up the whiskey, Steve is now within a couple feet of the other man. Bending down to pick up the bottle of whiskey, Steve notices an odd smell about the man, however nothing seems to happen as he reaches down for the bottle. If he looked closely though he could see a pair of glossed over eyes watching him intently as he bent down for the bottle or whiskey as though daring him to pick it up and claim it as his own.
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Digging around in the back of the freezer with a few improvised tools, Richard manages to disconnect the antifreeze container and some how gets if out of the fridge. All those years of watching McGuyver when he was a kid, and demanding the dvds from his parents for Christmas had finally paid off. That Richard Dean Anderson was fucking awesome..
Back in the front of the store by the doors Eric's grip is once again beginning to slip putting that much more pressure on Sharron to keep it closed. Both of them realize that they cant keep the door shut for much longer without thier combined efforts, and Sharron can sense the old man losing the battle against whatever that was outside..
Looking behind the cash register, Bob only notices a small canister of pepper spray, but nothing more. Apparently this diner wasnt as prepared for a robbery as he had thought it may be. Perhaps that had something to do with the management's sworn policy that employees were never to attempt to stop a robbery in progress. The guys at corporate had always said that it was cheaper to replace the money, then have to pay someone's work comp when they got shot for trying to stop a robber. On an off chance he notices an antenna sticking out from behind a stack of menus. Over in the ccase next to the cash register he notices that it is full of many different types of pie...
The lights flicker a few more times again as the battle at the door continues, fortunately for now though, they make it back on. Although that last flicker left the lights out for roughly 30 seconds. They may not be soo lucky the next time.
[hr]In order to get close enough to pick up the whiskey, Steve is now within a couple feet of the other man. Bending down to pick up the bottle of whiskey, Steve notices an odd smell about the man, however nothing seems to happen as he reaches down for the bottle. If he looked closely though he could see a pair of glossed over eyes watching him intently as he bent down for the bottle or whiskey as though daring him to pick it up and claim it as his own.
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ooc: another mini-update
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As Steve wags the bottle in front of the man, his right hand comes out quickly and with stunning accuracy, grabbing Steves hand where he is holding the bottle. The man that was lying down in teh garbage bags doesnt seem to visually focus on Steve though, since the entirity of his eyes are still a faint steel grey. Whoever this guy is, he is strong, and doesnt answer Steve's question in the slightest.
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As Steve wags the bottle in front of the man, his right hand comes out quickly and with stunning accuracy, grabbing Steves hand where he is holding the bottle. The man that was lying down in teh garbage bags doesnt seem to visually focus on Steve though, since the entirity of his eyes are still a faint steel grey. Whoever this guy is, he is strong, and doesnt answer Steve's question in the slightest.
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The shuffling unnerves fred. How could he have been stupid enough to not think the back would be covered. However, it loks like they arent in position yet, so with 2 bangs on the back door and a shouted "Theres some out here too, get out while you can" fred decides to run left, attempt to get past whatever is shuffling and try and get back to the road
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